Honeymoon Hotel: The 1960s Erotic Classic
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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Deflowered and Victimized--Could She Hope for True Love! Here is an erotic classic as only the British can write them. When she turned 18 her mother told her that sex could only be a nightmare because intercourse was hideously painful for all the women of their family. Then mother betrayed her by putting her to work for Lord Medwell. Soon he and his friends were proving her mother's statements true. The sex they forced on her was agony to her--and bliss to them! But still she dreamed of love that could be bliss for her and romance with someone she could love--and a happy ending at a honeymoon hotel. Then she met a very special young man--was he destined to fulfill her dreams? And if he was, how could she escape to be with him?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editins,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [226 KB]
Reading time: 148-208 min.
The young girl--freckled-faced, and with a surprisingly mature body for one her age--was dressed in skin-tight white shorts and was braless beneath her powder blue blouse. She lay crosswise on the bed, and stared up at an older girl who was standing before a mirror and running a comb through long blonde hair.
"But aren't you excited?" Marylou asked, shivering in vicarious enjoyment. "I mean ... I would be! After all, your wedding is only two days away, and then you and Dick go to that groovy castle place in Ireland for your honeymoon. Why, you must be excited."
"Of course I am, silly." Sue's voice was patient with her cousin. "I'm happy and excited. But I'm also calm." That last statement was a lie, but Marylou couldn't know it. The younger girl couldn't see the turmoil Sue felt, the oppressive feeling of apprehension that bordered on fear.
"It must be wonderful to be really in love and be old enough to get married ... and wake up in bed next to your husband." Marylou put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "I mean my husband. If I had a husband."
"Marylou?" Sue's voice had just a bit of shock in it; she gazed in mock severity at the girl and began weaving a thick braid into her hair.
Marylou's face was cupped in her hands; elbows were planted on the bedspread. The girl obviously decided to throw all caution to the winds with her next remark. "Well, isn't a bed better than a back seat?"
"Marylou!" Sue threw down the comb and spun around to face the girl. "What are you talking about?"
"What else? Sex?"
Marylou had the bit in her teeth and was not to be denied. She abruptly sat up and curled her bare legs beneath her--sitting buddha-like on the bed. "If I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?"
"I don't want to hear it," Sue said, emphatically. She was pretty sure of the drift of the conversation; this was nothing to discuss with a girl only fourteen. She hadn't even talked to her mother about it, even though the older woman had hinted broadly that they must have a conversation before the wedding.
Marylou looked toward the closed door of the bedroom as if suspecting someone were lurking outside at the keyhole. Then she lowered her voice and said, "I know you won't snitch." She grinned conspiratorially. "I'm not a virgin, you know."
The news momentarily shocked Sue, although if she were really honest with herself, the information did not come as a surprise. Marylou showed all the signs of becoming a swinger, and she already had the build of a 22-year-old bikini model.
The girl continued almost proudly, "I haven't been one for almost a year. It was Petey Barnard. After the final football game last October ... after he was appointed head cheerleader. We had a bottle of beer and it made me dizzy, and then he ... began feeling me. And, ah ... asked me to feel him. Then he got in the backseat of his car and ... ah..."
"I don't want to hear another word." Sue's voice brooked no disobedience. "Not another word." She shook her head in dismay. "I'm shocked at you, Marylou, really shocked. You're either fibbing or you just blithely gave away your virginity. Just like that," she snapped her fingers. "Just like you were giving away old clothes or something. I think you'd have more respect for yourself."
Marylou merely shrugged and her breasts jiggled with the motion. She replied, somewhat defiantly, "It was fun. It felt good. And I've let him do it five other times, too. We're going steady. We love each other. And everyone in school does it. Why not?"
"Why not? Well, I'll tell you why not. What does a fourteen year old know about love? What if your parents found out? What if the police discovered you and Petey in the back seat when you were ... you were? What if you get pregnant as a result of it?"
Marylou snorted. "Oh, poo! I won't get pregnant. I'm not that dumb. Why, I wouldn't have let him do it the first time if he hadn't been wearing a rubber."
Sue held up both hands commandingly. "I said before I don't want to hear anymore. I mean it."
The younger girl shrugged again. "Okay. Okay." She critically inspected Sue, then cocked her head to one side and bit her lower lip in indecision. "You're a cool chick ... real cool. But I wouldn't be surprised if you're still a virgin, even though Dick looks to me like he's the impatient type. He's probably snorting and pawing the stable floor." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Sue strode to the door and angrily opened it. "Out," she commanded.
Marylou insolently got up from the bed and stuck her feet into her sandals. Smirking knowingly, she walked across the room and stopped in the archway of the door. "I wouldn't have believed it--a girl as beautiful, as well built as you, a girl who has been engaged for over a year--still a virgin. Like wow!"
"Yes, damnit. I am still a virgin ... and I am proud of it. Not that it's any of your business."
Marylou held out her hands beseechingly, "Okay ... okay. Don't get mad. I was just curious. I never have seen a 20-year-old virgin before." She was grinning impudently as Sue closed the door in her face.
Impertinent little snip, Sue thought: My God, what are these high school kids coming too! She knew Marylou wasn't putting her on; the girl was telling the truth about Petey. A moment later, though Sue's inherent common sense took over and she realized that only a strong will power had kept her, too, from losing her virginity. Marylou had been right about Dick, he was the "impatient" type ... but he was also understanding. He had proved that time and time again.
She and Dick had gone steady for almost two years before their engagement; and they had been engaged for almost twelve months now. While they were going steady, they had necked--some really passionate kissing had come about, but when Dick had begun fumbling for her breasts, she had managed to stop him each time. Since their engagement was announced and she received her ring, there had been some petting--at least on his part. She had permitted him the possession of her breasts and, three or four times, he had been allowed to touch that sacred area which would be completely his only after the marriage ceremony. Sue had been forced to put a stop to his eager odysseys down there because of an underlying fear that she, herself, would lose all control. It did feel wonderful; that, at least, she could admit. Unfortunately, after these episodes, she would lie awake all night feeling the restless pounding of her heart being echoed deep within her womb. One night--for the first and only time--the throbbing had become so painfully intense that she had touched herself there with one finger. She moved it cautiously, and her lonely vagina cried out in ecstasy. A second finger joined the first, the two of them gently rubbing back and forth on the now damp slit. The motions had become less tender--more rapid! She had continued this for almost fifteen minutes, but aside from her vagina becoming too tender to touch, nothing happened. She hadn't even come close to that elusive realm of physical release mentioned in various books. She tossed and turned all night--sleeping fitfully. The next morning she awakened to a deep sense of shame--a feeling that still came back with the full force of its guilty intensity each time she thought about it.
But now all that is past, she thought, as she finished braiding her hair. A moment later, she slipped on a blue cardigan sweater to match her muted blue-plaid mini-skirt, and started downstairs. Marylou, bright-eyed and undaunted, met her at the landing. "Like, wow! You're really getting some groovy loot," she said. "There must be a couple of tons of crap in there."
Sue laughed in spite of herself, "Marylou, you are hopeless."
"Come on, let's see the stuff that came this morning." Marylou eagerly led the way to the living room where the already opened wedding gifts were piled atop each table as though they were luxury items on display in a small department store. Other gifts--unopened--were stacked on the floor. Marylou picked up one and shook it. "Try this one--from the Wilsons."
It was impossible not to laugh at the girl: she was as excited as a four year old under a Christmas tree. Sue cautiously unwrapped the gift, taking care not to ruin the white satin ribbon, and saving the paper.
"Holy Donovan! A Waring blender. Neat-o!" Marylou's exuberance was contagious. She grinned and affectionately put her arms around her cousin. "Come on," she said, "you can help me open them. But keep the ribbon, and the paper ... and the boxes. And don't get the cards mixed up. Better write down what the gift is on each of the cards, so I can write thank you letters later."
The two girls had been working almost an hour opening and recording the new gifts when the telephone rang.
Sue, thinking it was Dick, answered it on the second ring.
"Sue ... this is Peggy Martini. Your gown's ready for final fitting. When can you try it on?"
"I'll come right over ... if that's convenient for you."
"Come ahead, dear. I think you're going to be very pleased with it."
"Oh, I'm sure I will be," Sue said ecstatically; then, as the doorbell rang, she shouted over her shoulder, "Marylou, get that, will you?"
"Be sure and bring the undergarments you're going to wear at the wedding," Mrs. Martini added. "We want the gown to be just right."
"I'll be there in about five minutes." Sue said, hanging up, and looking toward the door where the deliveryman from Holman's Department Store and Marylou were both carrying in additional gifts. Three different trips were made between the front door and the truck. Sue signed the delivery slips while Marylou was busy counting and shaking packages.
"Golly, seventeen more gifts ... and this one weighs about thirty pounds," Marylou's excited voice reported. "Shall we open them?"
"I can't right now. Mrs. Martini wants to do the final fitting." Sue saw the disappointed look on the girl's face. "Hey, why not come along to Mrs. Martini's with me?"
"Oh ... I'd like to, but Petey and I are going swimming. He's picking me up here in about twenty minutes or so. How long will you be? Will you be back before he comes?"
"I doubt it. The fitting probably will take at least an hour."
Marylou looked down at the rug and traced an abstract pattern with her big toe. "I don't suppose you'll change your mind about the hayride tonight?" she asked hopefully. "Petey and I wouldn't bother anyone. Honest. I promise!"
"I'm sorry, chicken. No. There will be liquor and, besides, everyone there will be in their twenties. We'll be just a bunch of old fogeys."
"Okay ... of you don't want us."
"Look," Sue said in an effort to make the girl feel better, "I'll save some packages for you to open tomorrow. Okay?"
"Ummm ... I suppose so." It was said listlessly.
Sue picked up her purse. "I've got to go. Be sure and lock up before you leave."
Five minutes later, Sue was in a dressing room at Mrs. Martini's. She quickly slipped on the blue lacy garter belt and her hose. "Now, dear, lift your hands straight up," Mrs. Martini ordered. "No quick moves; the gown is just tacked. We don't want it falling apart." Sue felt the rich nylon garment slip down over her arms and bead. She looked at herself in the mirror. The gown clung to her like a second skin. Mrs. Martini zipped up the long zipper in back then stood away to inspect her work. "Beautiful. Just beautiful!" Mrs. Martini's face grinned over Sue's shoulder in the mirror. "You like?" she asked, fitting a veil over Sue's blonde hair.
"Oh, yes!" the girl answered sincerely. "It's ... it's just..." She closed her eyes, unable to think of the appropriate phrase. It is so beautiful, she thought; Dick will love me in it.
The older woman smiled in understanding. "Well, that's all then. We'll sew it up this afternoon; I'll deliver it on Sunday around one."
"You mean ... that's all? Nothing more for me to do?"
"Nothing," she said airily. "All you have to do is step into it Sunday at three, and then walk down the aisle."
Mrs. Martini helped her out of the gown, and Sue dressed again in her blue sweater and plaid skirt. She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that only ten minutes had elapsed. "Maybe Marylou will get to open some more packages after all," she said to herself.
It was a pleasant day, Sue noted, as she walked the two blocks back to her home. Sue felt like skipping, and she did ... for a second or two until she remembered to be ladylike. She hoped the clear warm weather would hold until Sunday at least. She hoped it would be nice weather in Ireland. She hoped so many things, "But mainly I hope Dick and I will be happy together." She was humming a tune when she turned the corner and saw Petey's car in the driveway. Her step faltered; she abruptly remembered Marylou's candid confession about being intimate with the cheerleader. The boy was only fifteen, he might even be fourteen--not yet handsome, but fairly good-looking, with a pleasing personality. He had a certain poise; Marylou had undoubtedly helped to bring part of that about. During the Spring semester, he played shortstop on the high school baseball team--was too small of stature and build for football--and had earned his letter. Marylou and he made a rather attractive couple of teenagers, Sue thought. Still, though, they were teenagers and should not have been physically intimate.
Knowing what she did, Sue was sure that she would be unable to hide her mixed emotions if she faced the boy, so she walked around the side of the house and came quietly in the back way. She had planned to stay in the kitchen until he and Marylou left to go swimming. Obviously, they would have to be leaving in a minute or two.
The house was quiet--too quiet, she thought. Surely the young couple had left. For a moment, Sue deliberated calling Marylou's name, then decided she would just walk in unannounced. After all, it was her home! Sue left the kitchen and went through the alcove next to the living room. She was about to slide the doors open when she heard what sounded like a low cry of pain. Puzzled, she peered through the crack and then froze in shock and amazement. There, stretched out full length on the couch, were Petey and Marylou. The girl's white gym shorts had been unzipped and--together with her white nylon panties--were down about her knees. Her blouse was open all the way, and Petey's mouth was glued to her right breast. Even as Sue watched Marylou groaned again--and Sue realized it was not a cry of pain, but of delight. The boy's middle finger was sawing away in maniacal fury at the junction of Marylou's widely outspread legs. Her young pelvis was moving up and down in an effort to capture and hold on to the elusive digit. From her vantage point, Sue could even see the enlarged pink clitoris almost as large as an infant's penis.